Chapter 509 Ying Zijin: The Pill Alliance? What's that? [2 Updates]
Ji Yihang was taken aback by these words.
He believed Ying Zijin, and he also believed Ying Zijin's claim that the medicine could cure his father-in-law.
However, he was unaware that Ying Zijing also possessed medical skills.
However, if Wen Fengmian said that, then it must be true.
"Yes, I want to see, so what?" Ji Yiyuan was slightly taken aback, then turned sarcastic, "Aren't you a doctor? Then explain how this happened?"
"Miss Yan Anhe could tell at a glance that the medicine was unsuitable for taking, how come you didn't notice?"
"Okay, wait for me to come back." Ying Zijin was still in O Continent at this time, video chatting with Wen Fengmian. "Dad, take Second Uncle out first. The interrogation room is damp and cold, which is not good for his health."
Wen Fengmian nodded and handed a bottle of water to Ji Yihang: "Second Brother, let's go first."
Ji Yiyuan's face was very ugly: "Why should you be able to take him away? Wen Fengmian, you haven't inherited the Ji family yet."
Madam Ji's father was an elder of the Ji family, so even if Madam Ji personally went to the inner courtyard to plead for him, it would be of no use.
"Excuse me, I've just risen to 28th on the merit list," Wen Fengmian said indifferently. "You are eligible for bail."
Ji Yiyuan's face turned green with anger: "You, you..."
How long has it been since Wen Fengmian returned to the Ji family? He's already jumped into the top thirty of the merit list.
Moreover, he had clearly sent someone to distract Wen Fengmian.
Why is Wen Fengmian back so soon?
Ji Yiyuan could only watch helplessly as Ji Yihang was taken away by Wen Fengmian.
His expression was uncertain. Standing at the door of the interrogation room, he made a phone call: "Hello, Ms. Yan, may I meet with your niece? I want to ask her some questions about pharmacology."
For example, how to make a seriously ill person die.
**
After leaving the research institute, Ji Yiyuan went to a coffee shop in the city center to meet Yan Anhe.
After the rally race ended, Yan Anhe immediately returned from Ozhou without lingering.
After all, it was incredibly embarrassing that she had to compete in the first stage because her tires broke down.
Ji Yiyuan recounted what had happened that night.
“Yes, I’m pretty sure, about 80% certain,” Yan Anhe said calmly. “Could his symptoms be different from what I described?”
“Same, very the same.” Ji Yiyuan nodded. “I have great faith in Miss Anhe’s medical skills. I came here this time to ask Miss Anhe if she has any way to make someone die from a serious illness.”
Yan Anhe paused in her coffee-drinking sip, surprised: "You mean..."
Ji Yiyuan smiled and said, "Miss An He, this matter has nothing to do with you. I just came to ask."
Yan Anhe casually rattled off a few names: "These are quick to take effect and hard to trace."
"Thank you, Miss Anhe." Having gotten what he wanted, Ji Yiyuan left immediately.
Yan Anhe remained seated, slowly sipping her coffee.
Ji Yiyuan may have a low IQ, but he wields considerable influence in the Ji family, which benefits his aunt Yan Ruoxue.
If she can help, she will.
**
The next morning.
The inner courtyard guards arrived once again, accompanied by Ji Yiyuan.
News came from the ward that Mrs. Ji's father's condition had worsened again and he had been transferred to the intensive care unit.
Multiple signs indicate that it is related to Ji Yihang.
After all, the medicine that Madam Ji's father was taking was kept by Ji Yihang, and no one else could touch it.
Ji Yiyuan sneered: "Ji Yihang, let's see how you escape this time."
His men have already taken action; they plan to have Madam Ji's father die in the hospital and pin the blame on Ji Yihang.
Wen Fengmian only had one bail eligibility period, and this time he didn't get one.
This time, the guards took Ji Yihang to the torture chamber.
They only need to wait for the inner court to officially approve the document before they can torture Ji Yihang.
This torture will ruin his life.
After all, researchers need to use their hands.
Without a hand, the experiment cannot be carried out.
In the end, they either died or were expelled from the Ji family and forced to beg on the streets.
Ji Yiyuan had been waiting for this day for a long time. He picked up a torture instrument next to him and laughed again: "Tell me, how about I burn your hands?"
A soft voice came from the doorway: "Then you can give it a try."
"What are you doing here?" Ji Yiyuan's face darkened. "Ying Zijin, don't blame me for not warning you. You can't really be considered a member of the Ji family, and you don't have many merits. You'd better keep a low profile."
“Slandering researchers on the merit list and plotting against elders of the Ji family.” Ying Zijing nodded slightly. “These two charges are very serious.”
"How did I slander you? How did I plot against you?" Ji Yiyuan scoffed. "Fine, you know medicine, do you know the Pill Alliance?"
Ying Zijing raised her eyes indifferently: "I don't know."
What a useless alliance.
"You don't even know about the Pill Alliance, yet you dare to claim you know medicine?" Ji Yiyuan said with disdain. "Then your medical skills are truly mediocre. Miss An He is a member of the Pill Alliance, and you don't even know about the Pill Alliance? You're saying she's wrong?"
The Danmeng is the highest hall of ancient medicine, recognized by all ancient doctors.
Becoming a high-ranking member of the Dan Alliance is something that ancient doctors desperately want.
“She’s not wrong, that pill is indeed not suitable to take.” Ying Zijing crossed her arms, leaned against the wall, and tilted her head slightly. “But I’ve refined it again.”
However, the surface effect is the same as the original medicine.
Even ordinary ancient doctors wouldn't be able to tell, let alone Yan Anhe, who has only just entered the field of ancient medicine and can't even be considered a disciple.
"Are you kidding me?" The veins on Ji Yiyuan's forehead throbbed. "You think you're some kind of ancient doctor who can change the efficacy of medicine just because you've reformulated it?"
His knowledge of ancient medicine was limited; he had only heard Yan Ruoxue mention it once.
Each pill that has been refined has gone through a series of processes, and the possibility of refining it is less than one percent.
"Well, I have another idea." Ji Yiyuan clicked his tongue. "I'll ask Miss Yan Anhe to treat your father-in-law, and your family can leave the Ji family. How about that?"
It was said to be leaving, but in reality, leaving the Ji family meant death.
"Not very good." At this moment, the dejection on Ji Yihang's face disappeared, and he regained his usual composure. "Sorry, I was faking it."
"What are you pretending for?" Ji Yiyuan frowned, suddenly realizing something was wrong. "Ji Yihang, explain yourself clearly!"
"I told you, it was all an act." Ji Yihang straightened his tie, surprised. "Otherwise, do you think you can keep Feng Mian out for six hours straight? Who do you think you are?"
Ji Yiyuan has lost power, but Wen Fengmian, having regained his merit points and status, is now the focus of the inner court's attention.
Although Ji Yiyuan has the widest network of connections in the Ji family, he cannot possibly control everything.
"Pretending? Pretending?" Ji Yiyuan's mind went blank. "Ji Yihang, what exactly do you mean?!"
"Oh, by the way, my father-in-law is actually perfectly fine." Ji Yihang smiled kindly as if he remembered something. "He was just faking it; he's already recovered."
"Impossible." Ji Yiyuan said in disbelief, "I saw the testing equipment alarm with my own eyes, and the doctors have also done the tests. Your father-in-law is definitely dead!"
If it's fake, how could it fool modern high technology?
He kept a close watch for a long time, and only after confirming that there was nothing wrong did he immediately report the news to the inner courtyard and then barge in.
Moreover, Yan Anhe also said that the medicine is only for seriously ill people.
If you are healthy, it's of no use at all.
Could it be...?
Ji Yiyuan couldn't help but take a step back, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Does Ying Zijing really know ancient medicine?!
Impossible, that's the funniest joke he's ever heard.
"Nonsense!" Ji Yiyuan laughed angrily. "Ji Yihang, you say you're faking it, so you're faking it? Let me tell you, you're only good for collecting your father-in-law's corpse!"
A powerful, authoritative voice rang out: "Who said I'm dead?"
"Madam, Father." Ji Yihang stepped forward and quickly helped the elderly man who had just entered. "Dad, why don't you rest more?"
"I'm fine now." The old man waved his hand. "I haven't felt this agile in a long time, no need."
After he finished speaking, he looked sharply at Ji Yiyuan.
Ji Yiyuan trembled: "Elder, I..."
Madam Ji sneered: "If I don't act convincingly and lower your guard, how can I catch you like a turtle in a jar?"
No, she shouldn't have used the word "turtle" to describe Ji Yiyuan.
At least turtles can be used to make soup.
She'll buy a few turtles when she gets back, just in time to try out the new dish.
Madam Ji spoke again, coldly: "Of course, if you behave yourself, nothing will happen. We don't want to harm anyone, but you're not human."
Once again, no one will sit idly by and wait to die.
Ji Yiyuan panicked completely: "No! You, you all..."
Then another burst of hurried footsteps sounded.
Ji Yiyuan turned his head and looked at the door. His mind went blank for a moment, and then exploded.
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